The General likes to claim that I occasionally tend to elaborate some of the stories or details in my blog posts. The idea that I am an exaggerator is, to me, a ludicrous accusation. Tru Stories gets it though, and we are often quick to say to each other, "You can't make this stuff up". A mostly spur of the moment shopping trip with our four daughters this evening illustrated this perfectly.
The scene: New York & Company, front counter
Punkin: (with a look of utter disgust) Somesing stinks in heeuh.
Tru Stories: (wearing a look indicating she was less than impressed with the store's olfactory offerings) You're right. Something does stink.
Punkin: Hee hee, I tooted. Excuuuuuse me, hee hee.
Tru Stories: (unable to speak due to being overcome with laughter)
The Mrs.: See? You can't make this stuff up.